Saturday, February 02, 2008

waka of budouadana: aces

A single seedling
Boldly breaks the frost-bound earth
Seeking the sun’s light –
Fragile sprout of unknown fate,
Fearlessly demanding warmth.
The flush of first love,
Meditation’s inner peace,
Spirit’s glowing faith –
All are nourished and grow
In the warm sun of the heart.
The mental knife cuts
Through the knots of fear and doubt
If its edge is sharpened
On the rough stone of reason
Oiled by experience.
With such abundance
Does the earth come forth in spring,
A profusion tamed
And nurtured by the farmer,
Humbly bent, sowing, weeding.
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Anne Johnson said...

I sumtimes wonner if plantz gets anxous laak peeple do or if they do be bettern that.

Tennessee Jed said...

Knife is my favorite one of them...does that speak badly on my character?